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I am an older gay guy in a long-term wonderful relationship. My spouse and I are in our 33rd year together. I love politics and news. I enjoy civil discussions and have no taboo subjects. My pronouns are he / him / his and my email is scottiesplaytime@gmail.com
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This is really interesting. The similarity was REALLY noticeable on the first two pictures at the beginning of the article (nose, lips, eyes) … a bit less –but still there– on the others.
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Hello Nan. I love the science but I have to admit I couldn’t use the pictures because I have no face recognition. I once mentioned this on Keith’s blog.
Prosopagnosia, also known as face blindness, means you cannot recognize people’s faces. Face blindness often affects people from birth and is usually a problem a person has for most or all of their life. It can have a severe impact on everyday life.
Unless I see you very frequently, I cannot recognize you. I will know I know you but cannot figure out who you are. We tested this by having me try to describe Ron’s face and I can’t do it. I used to run into people in the grocery store that I had no clue who they were who turned out to be my neighbors I had talked to the day before. Now if I meet you at a landmark such as your home, or you come to my house on a golf cart I recognize as yours I can place you or if you are in a place of business that gives me a clue I can place you. I can recognize your car, I just have no ability to place a face. Once I do that, I retain it for the time we are together and a short time after that. Ron often must tell me who people are. Same with movie actors or those wanted posters, I could see one of those and then walk right into that person and not recognize who they are. When people talk about actors, I cannot picture who they are talking about. For some reason, my mind needs constant reminders of who someone is to remember their face. Yet in my nightmares the people who adopted me and their hell spawn, all who abused me I remember their faces. I recently wrote about the girl next door when I was a little kid and her brother, and I cannot remember their faces. But the family from hell show up many nights a week in full face and detail. Maybe my lack of being able to see faces is part of my wanting to erase theirs. Hugs
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